Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.